My Hutch was my dog. He followed me everywhere and waited for me to come home from work until the day he died at 16 years. He lost his hearing around 15, but would stand by the house vents and sniff when it was time for me to come home. I came in through the garage, so he could smell when I was home even though he couldn't hear. He was still sniffing the vents the day he died.
I could never hide from my family in my house. Hutch always gave them a clue to where I was. If I was in the basement, he was at the basement door. If I was outside, he was at the window. And he even had a bed in my bathroom.
I miss my little shadow.
